Eric's POV
He stood with his hands in his pockets and a small smile on his face.
I haven’t seen him in months. Last I heard, he was in New York handling one of the overseas branches.
“When did you get back to London?” I asked.
“Three days ago.”
“Welcome back,” I said, unsure of what else to say.
There was history between us, he's not exactly my favorite cousin.
“Thanks,” he replied smoothly. “London feels quieter compared to New York.”
I nodded.
An awkward silence stretched between us.
I checked the rolex on my wrist. “I was just heading out.”
He didn't say anything else.
I turned and took a step to leave when he spoke again.
“You don’t have to,” he said calmly.
I turned back to face him with a frown. “I don’t have to do what?”
“Confess to the public.”
My eyes widened.
“W
